Matthew stood up to walk around. He couldn't sit any longer because all he kept doing was fidgeting. There was an ominous feeling that stuck with him, a feeling that something was wrong but he couldn't quite place it. If he had to describe it, it would be as if there was this strong wall...holding the feelings back but somehow there was a crack in the wall and the emotions were slipping past but only barely. Like the wall was weakening from stress or the content was too much for it to handle. Too much water for a damn to hold back.

Everyone knew something was bothering him. It had taken Belle hours to talk him into eating, it was a lot easier when Alfred was around. He was just so...ghostly. Yet, Matthew seemed so much healthier then before. Of course he would get tired rather easily but he seemed to have so many bursts of energy that they have to force him to relax. It was odd really.

He hugged Kumo close to him as he looked out into the snowy world that he had barely known. Alfred was free to roam and explore it but him...he was bound to the safety of the indoors. It was exhausting, sitting around with nothing to do but watch movies, play video games and wait for his brother to come home for only a few hours before rushing off again. Alfred had promised though, if Matthew was strong enough, that he would take him outside and even out to eat at a restaurant or a hockey game. Oh how Mattie longed to see his favorite team live in action with his brother by his side. He touched his hand to the cold window. "Kumojara, what do you think? Will I ever get out of here? Will I ever be free of this god forsaken prison?" his lovely lavender eyes narrowed in frustration.

The small white bear looked up at him with his adorable black eyes. "Who?" it asked with a cute little voice.

Matthew could only smile at that. He was never truly ill tempered. He had often had to calm Alfred down when they were children because he would have killed the others. Matthew was mostly ignored as a child due to his illness. They used to pick on Alfred because he wouldn't play with them, he opted to play with Matthew instead. It meant so much to him back then, that his brother cared so much about him.

He sighed and walked to his room. He was tired now and wanted to take a nap. When he passed Lili's room, he heard giggling and poked his head in to see what was going on. Raivis was reading to her, his face was blushing so brightly it was adorable. She was so innocent and oblivious to what was happening and he was just so flustered it would have made a great picture if he had a camera to take one.

"He's been at it for hours." Matthew looked over to his side and saw Toris standing there with a smile on his face. "He said he felt bad for her, being separated from her brother and placed in a strange home with strange people. He wanted her to have a friend." Toris turned to Matthew and helped him to his room.

Once Matthew was in the bed he looked up at him. "Toris...Do you think I can call Alfred? I want to talk to him, I'm so worried about him." he said softly. He watched as the brunette froze in place, thought it over, opened his mouth to speak but said nothing before closing it again lost in thought.

Toris was conflicted. What was he to do, what was he to say? He just couldn't call Arthur and ask to speak with Alfred. Things didn't work like that. If he did, he ran the risk of the secrets being exposed and also Alfred being punished for neglecting his duties. It was something he needed time to plan out and make happen. Perhaps if he called Kiku he would go up there and...No...he didn't want to tempt him into paying for Alfred. He was meant to be nothing more then a friend. Alfred always spoke so highly of him for it. Called him a true friend. Yet Alfred didn't know Kiku's secret, that Kiku loves him with all he is and wishes to marry him, care for him, love him and his brother. What was he to do? What was he to do? What-was-he-to-fucking-do?!

Matthew felt the frustration well up inside him from everything: from never going outside, from always being treated like a glass doll, from people always trying to protect, and especially from people trying to hide his brother from him! Matthew bumped past Toris and spat, "Never mind. Apparently I'm not important enough to get a few minutes to talk to my brother." And with that last comment Matthew stormed away.
Toris held his breath and counted to ten and then twenty. It took all his self-control to keep from going and slapping Matthew before shaking him as Toris told the currently bratty twin exactly what his brother sacrificed so Matthew could have a somewhat good life. But Toris restrained himself. He knew that Alfred would never forgive him either for blowing up and hurting Matthew or for telling Matthew Alfred's real job. He also knew that Matthew was just going stir crazy and missed his brother, that his words didn't mean anything. So with one last exhale of air, Toris plastered a smile on his face and went about trying to do chores and take care of a huge amount of people... basically do his best to be Alfred for a little while.

Matthew was too angry to sleep. He wanted his brother. Wanted to know he was safe, that this feeling inside of him was simply bad milk he drank that morning, or perhaps even the eggs. It didn't matter. He needed to know where Alfred was, how he was, and why this feeling existed. The feeling of an over flowing dam of emotions that sank his stomach out of fear. Toris knew something, was hiding it...what was he to do to get the information out of him? Maybe Eduard or Raivis knew as well? No, they couldn't.

If only Kiku didn't have to leave...wait, that was it! Kiku! He had one of those international phones, surly he would have service in China and...yes he could speak to Alfred! He smiled happily as he walked from the room and to the phone Kiku had given to Alfred, who never used it.

Yet, he had to go to Alfred's room. He froze outside the door. That would defile the privacy that they had agreed on as children. Being twins, it was hard to have any. His mind was made up, he opened the door and walked in. A soft light turned on. It was clean save a few articles of clothes on the ground. Matthew never noticed this before but, Alfred's room was extremely bare. There wasn't much he owned but a few Manga Kiku had given to him and things Matthew made by hand. It was sad compared to what he had. Alfred had given him so much but took little for himself. He made a mental note to talk to his elder brother about his spoiling him when he talked to him.

He looked through the room. From the dresser which held a few shirts to the closet with only a single jacket in it and two pairs of shoes. Matthew's eyes narrowed. He was beyond pissed now. "Damn you, Alfred!" he cursed. He suddenly felt dizzy and stumbled over to the nightstand for support. Once it faded, as it always did, he looked over at what his hand was touching. It was a clear disk container, for a DVD.

~§ξ§~

Feliciano pulled the covers over the blonde that laid before him as Loviano kept watch outside. He was in their personal room on Lovi's bed. He had not moved or uttered a sound since what had happened. Feli grew worried when his pulse still did not return to normal. What was going to happen? He stood up and knelt before the Virgin Mary statue they had in the small shrine. He lit the candles and lowered his head. "Vergine Maria, madre di Dio ..."((Virgin Mary mother of God...(Italian)) he whispered softly, sweetly. The features on his face were lit by the soft glow of the candles, giving him an angelic appearance. "Perdonami e mio fratello, perché abbiamo peccato tanto." ((Forgive me and my brother for we have sinned so greatly.(Italian))

"I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a whore's prayer..."

Feliciano's hands shook as he sang his prayer, hoping it would reach the ears of the Blessed Mother.

"Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder...
Were You once an outcast too?"

Tear streamed down his cheeks as he tried so disparately to help his friend the only way he could.

"God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth..."

He looked up at her glorious form. A virgin woman whom had given birth to the son of God and died for all sinners. A strong and beautiful woman with a heart of gold, filled with love and compassion.

"God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will..."

Lowering his head once more he heard the prayers of others when he was last able to enter a church without the feeling of shame.

"I ask for wealth."

"I ask for fame."

"I ask for glory to shine on my name."

"I ask for love I can possess."

"I ask for God and His angels to bless me."

Feliciano raised his head once more. Amber eyes shinning so brightly in the orange glow of he flickering candles.

"I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I..."

He turned back to look at Alfred, whom still laid on the bed, unmoved.

"Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God..."

There he paused and lowered his head once more. He was nothing more then a whore, him and everyone he cared for. They were his people as Alfred had once put it. "Maria...Please...help..."

"Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini
Beato Michaeli archangelo
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis"

((I confess to God almighty

To blessed Mary ever Virgin

To the blessed archangel Michael

To the holy apostles, to all the saints(French))

Francis walked over and knelt before the shrine, next to Feliciano.

"Quia peccavi nimis" ((That I have sinned (French))

"We all sin mon cher...It is our nature. You did as you were told, t'e fault is not yours." He wrapped his arms around the crying Italian. Francis was the only one the Class One's would trust. It Francis who talked Arthur into setting rules about them being harmed. That they did have a right to protect themselves. Feliciano held him tightly, clinging to him as he wept. He ran his long slender fingers through the youth's hair.

" Perché... Perché..." he narrowed his eyes in pain and hate. " Perché è sempre lui?!" ((Why...Why...Why is it always him?!(Italian)). It hurt so much to know all they could do was watch someone as kind hearted as Alfred be torn apart by a man like Arthur. Why were they so weak to stand up to him? It angered and frustrated them to no end. They were all so useless.

Francis sighed heavily. How was he to explain it to them? Not even Alfred knew the whole truth. Sad but true. It wasn't his place to say, nor was it his place to leave them wondering. What was he to say? He signed the cross over his body, bowed his head with respect and turned to the boy. He looked awful. The bruise on his hip had grown, some marks faded but others remained. He was visibly breathing now, a good sign. The concerned Frenchman checked other vital signs before taking his hand in his own and kissed it. "Alfred...may freedom find you one day." he looked to Feliciano, then to Loviano and Vash who had just come running in once he had heard. "May you all find freedom, just as our Toris 'ad." he frowned. "Art'ur...'e 'as suffered enoug' for one day. Let 'im rest."

The others turned to see their master in the doorway. His emerald eyes narrowed in anger. Lovi had been listening and not watching, thus he felt it was his fault that Alfred had been discovered. He leaned in the doorway looking at each of them. All seemed to plead with him to let him rest. "He has until tonight." he said softly as he turned to leave.

"But mon amour..." Francis nearly shouted as he stood up. "'e needs more time to..."

Arthur didn't even turned to look at him. "He has until tonight. I am not incline to loose money on this bloody bastard. Now if you excuse me...Everyone back to work before I use that damn thing on you all!" he boomed before disappearing down the hall.

Francis lowered his head. "Aiyana...you left too soon." He turned to the others. They looked at him with fearful eyes as well as confusion. Perhaps the simple things were better known. "Aiyana...s'e was a good, non non, a great friend and..." He looked to Alfred. "A loving mot'er."

~§ξ§~

Matthew watched with horrified eyes. Tears streamed down his face. Why? Why would Alfred do this? Why would he not tell his own twin about what was going on? Was this why Alfred couldn't sleep well at night? Another scream and more tears fell from his eyes. What the fuck was this?! Why on earth would any one in their right mind do this let alone watch it?

"NO! PLEASE!" more screams and Matthew had to shut the damn thing off. It was too much! Too over powering for him...Alfred...Alfred...Why? He wondered. WHY?! What had been seen could not be unseen and yet Alfred...It was too late. That would be the last time he took a movie out of Alfred's room. What the hell was it about horror movies that his brother loved so much? Damn it! Now he was going to have nightmares and Alfred will know he watched horror again. He would never hear the end of it. He sighed.

Matthew snuggled into his bed just as he heard a knock on the door. After a polite 'come in' Belle walked over with his nightly pills. "So, when are you going to tell him?" she asked. Her bright green eyes shining in the moon's light.

Matthew smiled. "In a way, I think he already knows." he didn't want to get on the topic. He barely saw his brother let alone tell him about what going on.

She took his hand in hers and kissed his lips. "Matthew Williams! I want you to tell your brother about us when he comes home. I have waited for two years now, tell him I beg you."

He lowered his head. "Belle...it's not that simple. Al...he's so stressed all the time. He barely eats, barely sleeps...He was mugged twice in three years...works three jobs...What am I to do? He big brother! Guess what while you were slaving away trying to make money I fell in love with the woman you hired to care for me?" his head fell into his hands. "Belle, I'm waiting for things to get a bit better..."

"But they have. Look around you. The family is growing, we live in a house and your brother is employed with his best friend. How much better do you want it?" she asked. She didn't want to be mean to him but sometimes things had to be said.

He shook his head. "I want it to be when Alfred has found someone too. I just don't want to be happy when he is suffering so much...I don't deserve to when all I do is sit around the house all day." It just didn't seem fair to him.

"I understand. Yet, are you sure he hasn't found someone already?" she asked as she stood up.

Matthew looked up at her dumbfounded. "What do you mean?" he was clueless.

"Those marks on his neck that he comes home with...He couldn't possibly get them at work could he?" with that she left him.

Marks? Those round red bruises he comes home with? Of course he could get them at work...right? He shook his head. What else was there to do? She was angry that was for sure but to turn everything on his brother, that was low. Yet, some how he couldn't help but wonder. Was it true? He once came home with a black eyes and said it was fro running into a door but...No. NO! Alfred wouldn't lie to him! He hugged his legs to his body. "Alfred wouldn't lie. We're brothers...twins...Alfred wouldn't lie..." tears streamed down his cheeks. "Alfred...say it isn't so!"

~§ξ§~

Matthew finally found him, sitting in the arms of their mother, or the statue of her. It was then he knew something was terribly wrong. They only ran to her when things were unbearable. He seemed so distant, even in their own made up world that connected their minds. Instantly everything was drained from his mind, save his brotherly love.

"Alfie?" he said softly.

It startled his brother, rare, and he looked up at him with sorrowful eyes. "Mattie...your in bed early today. Did you get tired again?" He asked as their mother ran her fingers down his hair in a claming motion. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine Alfred but...what about you? You seem so upset about something." He sat in their mother's lap as well and she began to rub her hand in his hair as well. "Alfred what are you so upset about?"

Without warning he held his brother tightly as he buried his face into the nape of his brother's neck. "I'm so worried Matthew!" full first name, serious shit. "I-'m so far away what if something happens? What if..." he was cut off by his brother laughing loudly. It was unsettling.

"Alfred Jones...do you remember why mother gave us different last names?" he asked with bright eyes.

"It was to remind us...that even tough we are twins, we are different. We are not the same, just two special parts of the same whole." he smiled now too. Their mother was truly something else.

"That's right. It's okay to feel upset because it is the first time we've been so far apart. It's only the second day and you have to be there for a week."

Alfred shuttered at that. There was something Alfred wasn't saying. Was Belle right about him? No! he wouldn't believe it. Then again...No!

"Mattie, really?!" Alfred screamed as he jumped from their mother's embrace. He looked on with horrified eyes at their mother. "A fucking zombie mom?! You were watching horror movies again weren't you?!" he yelled as Matthew could only giggle. "I swear if there was a fucking ghost in that movie I'm going to..." sure as shit there it was coming straight at him. "What the fuck?!" he stood up and ran behind his brother forming a cross with his fingers as he chanted the 'Power of Christ compels thee' over and over. Matthew couldn't help it anymore, he burst into laughter at his brother's childish fears.

"Fuck you!" Alfred hissed at him.

"That's sick Alfred! We're twins!" he felt like he was going to piss.

"Fine! Have it your way! I'm not buying anymore maple syrup for your damn pancakes!" he yelled.

"Hey! You swore you would leave the maple out of the arguments!" He scolded. Like hell his brother was going to take away the maple!

"And you swore no more horror movies! Now look what happened! No Maple!"

"Yes Maple!"

"No!"

"Yes."

"Fine! Have your maple! But no pancakes!"

"No Bacon!"

"GO TO HELL!"

"I'll meet you there!"

Both twins fell to the ground, laughing as they hadn't in such a long time. Perhaps things will get better for them. Just maybe...just maybe Alfred could win the grand prize and finally be free.

A/N

I BET YOU ALL TEN BUCKS YOU THOUGHT MATTHEW WAS WATCHING THAT DVD! HAHA! I'm so evil. On a different note, Arthur is still a dick and I want you guys who voted for Arthur in the poll to PLEASE TELL ME WHY?! HE IS A SADISTIC DICK AND YOU WANT HIM TO END UP WITH ALFRED?! As the writer, well one of them...91redroses is baffled as well on why this strange phenomenon has happened, I want to know no better yet understand why you wish the prick end up with our lovely Alfred.

Any way time for disclaimers. Yes I admit I used Disney songs, Sue me cuz them bitches are talented, or at least they were... First song was "God help the Outcast" from the Hunchback of Notre Dame which I changed the word gypsy to whore because none of them are gypsies. Also, for Francis I used some lyrics from one of my favorite songs from my favorite villain. "Hells Fire" sung by Frollo! It seemed so nice since most of it is sung in French, non?

Also, 91redroses is my lovely partner in crime who as so graciously offered to help write my other Hetalia story called "American Sunflower". I had no clue she read it as well but it makes me flattered all the same. Sorry if I come off bitchy it's that time of month for me where my sadistic side is at an all time high and I had to restrain myself from Killing a or a few characters. I did my best not to torture Alfred but sadly turned to torment Feli, Francis and Matthew. Shame on me. _ I turned twenty on Tuesday the 2nd of October. Mom and Dad say it's too old for Cartoons, what they refer to Anime as. She took my Hetalia Doujinshi I was drawing...I'm pissed! I don't care if Russia was butt naked with his big cock all up in America's mouth and shit, it's mine so give it back! Please vote in my new poll to help my mom give my Doujinshi back to view it please go to my Deviant Art page . vampyreprincesssaiya. at deviant art Thank you.